inspired by Master Stephen Yes, you lead, with a ring through the nose tethered to you by leash imagined or real; dragged behind on all fours to who knows where. Wherever..... probably not so good. Strung from the rafters swaying in a torturous ballet to your selection of music.... dramatic, progressive off key symphonies played by instruments designed of human depravity... instruments that wail from the depths of the soul. Yes Master, you lead... every sorrowful every agonizing step of the way. © May 2001 slave v